The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

He raised his large ring-bladed sword high and brought it down with force on the raging tide.

The raging tide tried to dodge, but could only barely avoid its vital points.

呲!

A violent metallic scraping sound rang out, and the dark iron armor on Nu Chao's body was actually torn open by the large ring blade.

The knife cut through the skin and flesh, and blood splattered everywhere.

The raging tide was also sent flying to the ground by this powerful strike.

Without any hesitation, Raine pressed forward, his large sword aimed at Nu Chao's neck, and slashed down furiously.

Beside him, the horse that dared to kill me, seizing the opportunity, charged forward with its eyes gleaming, and began stabbing with its spear.

"Fuck your mother! You bastard, you dare touch me like that!"

He cursed while stabbing my horse, saying, "Dare to kill me?"

The two attacks landed simultaneously.

Nuchao died amidst bewilderment and confusion, becoming a mangled corpse.

He never imagined that players even existed.

Even the problem of toxic metals can be solved.

It's unbelievable that someone would sell such an extremely valuable plate armor so casually.

"Hahaha!"

Drawing their spears and swords, the daring horseman and Renn exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

The following battles were much simpler.

With the death of the Rage Tide, the remaining goblins were no match for the Dragonblood Warriors, who had been provided with iron weapons by players.

Before long, all the Tier 1 goblins were slaughtered.

Their weapons and armor were confiscated by the Rainbow Scale Clan and became their spoils of war.

"Awesome! Absolutely awesome! Having heavily armored troops around is so great!"

Looking at the blood and goblin corpses scattered on the ground, Raine took off his helmet and laughed heartily.

"Thanks to the Blackscale Clan!"

Priest Mog patted Renn's shoulder armor, producing a dull, metallic sound, and chuckled.

“We are individually stronger than them. They were able to win before because they had armor.”

"Now, we have it too, it's our turn to win."

"Hahaha! That's so true. But..."

Renn nodded, turned to look at Priest Mog, chuckled, and asked.

"...We are about to go to war with the Black Iron Tribe, but our strength is still insufficient, and many people in the five tribes are not convinced by us, is that right..."

At this point, Ryan winked at Mog and mouthed something.

"As expected of someone I trained, you understand me best."

Priest Mog looked at him, smiled knowingly, and uttered two words softly.

"Meeting!"

There is no better strategy in the world than this.

Immediately, the two turned and left the cave.

Five kobolds, riding dire wolves, galloped toward the five tribes.

After the goblin guards' full-body iron armor and weapons, as well as the goblin soldiers' light armor, were cleaned, Priest Mog distributed them.

Many of the dragonblood kobolds of the Rainbow Scale Clan happily donned iron armor and took up iron weapons.

A few days later, the clan elders of the five tribes were invited.

Inside a tent made of animal hide.

Mog sat in a high position, looking at the five dog-headed elders whose scales were of different colors.

Mog's gaze lingered for a moment on a kobold elder with red scales before turning to the other kobold elders.

"Everyone, I called you here today to show you a gift."

Mog smiled faintly and casually tossed the animal skin package he was holding to the ground.

A bloodstained head rolled on the ground, revealing gray skin and paint.

The five tribal elders looked at the painted heads and instantly recognized their owners.

"Yes! Goblin General Fury Tide!"

"You actually killed the goblin general, Fury Tide!"

The five tribal elders were terrified, fear appearing in their eyes.

"Priest Mog, how dare you kill General Rage Tide? Aren't you afraid that Iron Crocodile's goblin army will crush our Rainbow Scale Clan?"

The elder of the Red Scale Clan cried out in alarm and anger.

"Hehehe."

Priest Mog glanced sideways and walked away.

"I don't understand, how dare you, a mere Tier 1, yell at me?"

"Let's do it."

Before the red-scaled kobolds could answer, Priest Mog turned away from the five kobolds without even looking at them, and casually uttered two words.

pat!

pat!

Heavy footsteps echoed outside.

Under the shocked gazes of the five elders, outside the animal skin tent, Rein led more than twenty heavily armored dragonblood warriors out and surrounded them.

These dragonblood warriors are clad in iron armor, some silver-white, others dark.

Some were forged by players, and some were taken down by goblin soldiers.

"This……"

The five elders were terrified, especially the red-scaled elder.

He couldn't understand how Priest Mog had managed to acquire so many suits of armor.

Before they could speak, Ryan made his move.

puff!

The great ring blade slashed down, and blood spurted from the neck of the Red Scale Clan elder, turning him into a corpse in a pool of blood.

"Priest! Please spare our lives!"

The other four elders knelt on the ground trembling, their bodies shaking and their expressions filled with fear.

"The next step is to consolidate our forces and take control of the true Rainbow Scale Clan!"

Priest Mog ignored the group, extended his right hand, clenched it tightly, and a flame of ambition blazed in his eyes.

"The rest is up to you, Renn."

Priest Mog waved his hand, indicating that Raine should take care of it.

Without even glancing at the four surviving elders on the ground, Raine led the heavily armored Dragonblood Warriors away, gathering the strength of the five tribes.

Immediately afterwards, soldiers came in and took the four clan elders away, placing them under house arrest in the main camp of the Cailin clan.

Chapter 55 (2-in-1) Changes in the Camp

The clouds parted and the sun shone brightly.

It dispersed the moisture brought by the continuous heavy rain.

But the ground was still muddy.

The player camp has expanded again, and the surrounding trees have been cut down, creating a large open space.

In the lower reaches of the river, waterwheels of varying sizes have been built.

Under a thatched shed next to one of the waterwheels, Koujiji Zhengyi and several craftsman players were exchanging ideas while holding a wooden plank.

"Next, we need to make hollow cast iron shells. The last one was too rudimentary and its accuracy was mediocre."

"Here...and here..."

The players were pointing and commenting on the wooden planks.

Beside them was a wooden hydraulic boring machine.

A drill rod is horizontally mounted on the boring machine, with wooden gears arranged behind it for transmission, reducing rotational speed and amplifying torque.